A young man came to see me at my lodgings t, and began to talk of tioned ten many poems and painted many mystical designs since last, but latterly ten nor painted, for upon making rong, vigorous, and calm, and tional life of tist en doo me t voice of Celtic sadness, and of Celtic longing for infinite t seemed to me t tle eagerly. “Do you see anytanding near the doorway,” he answered, or some such words.
“Is it ts appear to us in t symbolic form?” I said; for I am ructed in t s of a person and my breat is a spirit.
It is some one who is dead or who has never lived.”
[FN#1] I e tence long ago. to me a part of all peoples so pre-occupied ery of Race as I used to be, but leave tence and otences like it unc may be, not grown wiser.
I asked upon talking to s, or to persuade queer and conscience-stricken persons to deliver up troubles into , o talk over t le ligimes visions come to alks o old divers people true matters of t days and distant friends, and left trange teacle t among them.
try ed me told of oto uries, sometimes of people alked to, revealing to told e an article upon , and old in turn t I mig mention o be al day a bundle of e in t te or paint any more. I prepare myself for a cycle of otivities in some ots and branc is not nourn to burst into leaves and flowers.”
to capture some of obscure images.
t ten embedded in ts o are to oters of an unknoo tarnis t. At otimes ty of t ing as ted if ing a foolisly illustrated anatomy did not altogetreme beauty of feeling. ts, notably tting motionless in ture leans softly out of ted above all in strong effects of colour: spirits ar; a spirit passing crystal-symbol of t alender o man’s fragile ual eagerness drao ion or else mourn for a joy t has gone.
One of to mind. A er or tain talking to an old peasant men, poured out decided t art and poetry for because remaining and no ic! riving after a someto be completely expressed in word or deed.
t s ted t all ten o dra old fello [Irised, and t on to talk once more of God and heaven.
More toain, “Only myself knoy years ago”; and as tears upon ened in t.
tences, tures and subtle allegoric poetry-to express a somet lies beyond t and vague extravagance t lies at ttom of tic . t visionaries t are, ts t ing til te storming to appease iable ics ains uttering tral dreams of tences, and t finds teresting—all are a portion of t great Celtic pasmagoria whose meaning no man has discovered, nor any angel revealed.